I could draw Bloom County with my nose and pay my cleaning lady to write it, and I'd bet I wouldn't lose 10% of my papers over the next twenty years. Such is the nature of comic-strips. Once established, their half-life is usually more than nuclear waste.

That's the conundrum of cartoon stripping, as opposed to political cartoons. When your anger is the driving force of your drawing hand, failure follows. The anger is OK, but it has to serve the interests of the heart, frankly.

I ignore Hallmark Holidays. And this comes from a guy who has sold a million Opus greeting cards.

I was never asked to join the Editorial Cartoonists Of America. No fraternity would have me in college, either. I think they know something.

He comic page is dying; I didn't want to go with it.

I'd be a Libertarian, if they weren't all a bunch of tax-dodging professional whiners.

The universe throws us some obvious little pitches sometimes, and we need to be awake enough not to let them slip by.